The Irish standard., 1887-08-27

That rag bag on the corner, the other beg
gar who just joined him-the first one was
once power III corn, and refused to take a
profit of S175,O00 on one occasion because
it was too little. The otner man was a
prosperous manufacturer, and lived on
Michigan avenue. His wife takes in wash
ing low to support the family. There's
another man. He was once leading rail
roader. He made $500, 900 in wheat in a
single summer, and lost it in the wnte
Now look at him. They say he is crank.
| wonder what he gets to eat. Specula-
tion ruins any one for life. There's fel
low who came here to peddle soap. He
olundered into $4,000 profits, lived on
canvas back duck Tor awhile, then lost his
money. Now he can't even GO back to ped
ding soap. He must hang around and
watch the game, like them ALL"
! ''But some men make money Some are
| lucky"
"Oh, yes. Some do make money. They
borrow it from the game II they stay
long enough they pay it ali back. The
lucky men are the ones that get away
when they are even. They are few-they
are few;
! The market continued declining One
by one my dreams were broken. got a
sharp note from my employers about my
frequent absence from the Office. 1t had
! become impossible, nearly. FOR me to be
away from that ailuring black board. No
picture Of radiant beauty was half so fasci-
| mating.
The broker called on me for more mar.
gin money. I pawned my newly purchased
watch and diamond to supply it. a few
days more Of depression, when the clique
took hold and up wheat started. In a day
fO To- Al,- 4
and good one
Buy MORE" said my young friend, and
] bought more all the way up doubling
and quadrupIing my original line. The ex-
citen1en5 carried me away, :sBetter take
your profit, /" my broker advised. laughed
at him. I might have sold out and quit
with s45, 900. [ wanted sixty thousand
Then came the break on Saturday. Again
my broker urged ne to sell out. It was
seventy-tive thousand with nla then.
The after effects OF luxurious supper
the night before had kept me ahed, and
was late N getting down on that n1ernora-
bic Tuesday, the l4th of June. The great
corner had collapsed. Wheat had already
broken eight cents, The figures on the
blackboard SWAN before my syes sank
faint and sick into IL chair. The sharp
voice OF my broker aroused me. awe
must nave sG3, UJU additional margin from
you or we will have 10 close your wheat
out"
"Close it, said, and left the Office,
every thing u Elur before my eyes, and
the wild roar Of five hundred frantic men
on the floor of the board I scarcely heard
Ny prospective future had vanish he'd like
soap-bnbble
a few days later wandered back to the
brokers' office The storm had passed
As, met ME smilingly:
Made a funny error in selling out your
wheat we sold little too much, and
bought in the over quantity for your ac-
count at u profit which just covers your
original margin, Here's your account OF
purchase and sale for the whole thing"
He gave ME back my beautirully.eu-
graved bend. In the hall T. met the elder
is man.
'.Evsn?n he asked !
"Yoc. !
"Gong, !;
'Nes.n !!
Eyer coming backln
''Ncyerm |
"Shaizc.''
We shook. and ,lndorst;ll1d he speaks
Of me as oIte OF the luclziest N n lie ever